OMG! What's wrong with this picture????!!
The one and only correct answer is: It's missing ELEVEN other CATS!!! (Never fear, they are still
You know, since I last wrote, life went on one hellish roller coaster ride. I somehow managed to turn in all the remaining assignments for that class I hated (and I'm managing to get an A in it, which is truly remarkable since three times
I thought I had made up my mind to simply give up and fail it), and I began a new class that I'm loving
but the homework load is through the roof. I also managed to finish the TV pilot proposal and I just now
turned it in -- with today being the absolute most final-est deadline. I tried and failed three times to sedate Beck and take him to the vet that way, so I had to rely on cat rescuers to allegedly trap him and get him neutered that
way, but what really happened is that I had to trap him myself and transport his indescribably upset, wild-animal self to the shelter surgery place clear across town because the rescue people were short-staffed and did not show up!
Here is a key piece of information the cat rescuers FORGOT to tell me when they encouraged me to trap Beck myself. I share it with you now in case you ever find yourself in a similar situation, meaning, you've trapped a feral cat in a humane trap in a narrow hallway and he has reverted to being a wild animal and will attack you through the cage the moment you try to get past him (he will shred your legs, basically, since you foolishly are still in your summer nightgown) so you are now trapped in your own basement in a heatwave at 7 in the morning, frantically texting someone/ANYONE from the cat rescue place to tell you what to do.
Okay, here's what you do: the minute the cat is in the trap, throw a sheet over the entire trap. Do it the moment you've trapped the cat. The cat INSTANTLY calms down and everyone is fine! I urge you to learn
from my humble mistake my fellow cat lovers. All jokes aside, it was a really frightening experience for both him and me.
Okay. The good news, though, it that the Beck-ster is fixed and back to his sweet, wonderful self and is no longer a threat to the other female cats. But I do still need to get 9 other cats fixed. Luckily, I applied through the Cat Welfare agency for vouchers to get the rest of them spayed/neutered, rabies/distemper shots, checked for mites and worms -- all for only $10 per cat. Thank you, God!!!!
However, that said, the kittens keep getting bigger and less adoptable by the day, so I have turned the whole thing over to God and the Universe. Somehow, someway, these kittens are going to find loving homes. (A home that is not owned by me, that is.)
Last night was just awesome, gang. It was simply a beautiful evening. Cool temperatures, a perfectly clear sky. I went with some ladies from my church to a banquet down at my school. My school is about an hour from here, in a very small town in the middle of miles of farmland. (The university I attend is affiliated with my church. Wait, that actually is reversed. The church is affiliated with the school.)
It was the annual banquet for the Evangelical Christian Ladies. Apparently, I am
one; and I learned last evening that I am a member of the West-Central district. I had no idea what to expect. I kept thinking of Dana Carvey's "church lady" from the SNL skits of the 1980s. But nothing could have been further from that. 400 women were there, and even though 90% of them were in their 70s and 80s, it was quite a dynamic evening.
The main speaker was a pastor from northern Ohio, a woman in her late 50s, named Brenda Mason Young
, and she knocked my socks off, gang. What an incredibly gifted speaker she was. (The link takes you to a book she co-wrote with her brother, but she has her own book coming out in December.) She spoke about the need to live a significant
life over a merely successful one; how a successful life is lived for ourselves but a significant life is lived for the sake of others
and therefore winds up outliving your lifetime. She spoke about how we need to be the salt of the earth and the light of the world: salt and light. Add flavor to the lives of others, stop the decaying situations around you. Be a light to the darkness of others, help them to see the way to their own light. And you do this by letting go of your own plans and let God tell your story instead.
If you object to the word "God," or find it outdated, etc., you can easily transpose this to the Religious Science teachings, or the Seth teachings, and the Abraham-Hicks teachings of Law of Attraction. In short, it is the Art of Allowing
in whatever words you want to use to make you feel most comfortable. Stop resisting; begin the process of allowing. It has made unbelievable changes in my life, gang, and I mean that very seriously. But Brenda's talk last night was sort of the epitome of things I have already learned about elsewhere.
and start being
. Just be the essence of who you are
. Stop struggling to try to make things happen. Once you get the hang of this, it is uncanny how life really just pours into you and over you and through you. Joy becomes constant, and so does inner peace.
I felt this while I was dealing with Beck. The moment I stopped trying to control the situation and allow it to be what it was, I suddenly found the strength and courage to deal with a trapped wild animal and put him in the trunk of my car... I think it helped that I was also singing that hymn to him, Softly and Tenderly
. No lie, all the cats love
that hymn. Anyway, from the moment I surrendered in that situation, life turned around instantly and now I am in this whole other place regarding all these cats, plus I am able to sleep at night again.
But there are of course other reasons to "stop doing and start being" that don't involve cats at all. But they all involve allowing some sort of higher power -- God, the Universe, Source-- to tell its own story for you and you allow your self to just be it. Be that story that is you
. Stop the struggle. Be the salt and the light. Live a significant life for the sake of others and stop worrying about success, in whatever guise success entices you. It was such an uplifting speech, gang.
On the ride home, it was dusk. A star here and there came out in that wide expanse of a perfectly clear sky. The fireflies were blinking like mad in the dark cornfields and in among the trees. It was just a blissful evening. And I thought quietly to myself about how fleeting life is. The three other women in the car with me, the "church ladies," were all in their 80s. I will be their age in the wink of an eye, and by then (30 years from now) they will each have been gone from here for a very long time. But I will most likely remember that evening -- that ride in the car with them, all of us feeling so inspired -- forever.
You know, I have achieved a lot of dreams, gang. I honestly have. Like most people, I have felt that the dreams I achieved felt a little empty. I am still longing to live the story God has planned for me. I am hoping it involves fewer cats, but other than that, I am open to just being in
that story, however it unfolds. As always, I will keep you posted!
Okay. Gotta Skype with my writing partner here in about 14 seconds, so I gotta scoot. Have a great Saturday, gang, wherever you are!! Thanks for visiting. See ya!